#Lan smut

[silentmoths]

HSR thirsts 2, Electric boogaloo

I promised @ainescribe I would write her a sacraficial Jing Yuan thirst bcs she is desperate for the mans, figured I'd add a couple more in here too ehe

Jing Yuan, Welt, Lan x Reader

NSFW but not exactly explicit, Monsterfucking i guess??? looks at lan???? godfucking??? idk??

Jing Yuan

Careful hands and soft lips explore your skin, your own hands tugging at his silky soft hair, pulling it free of its tie as you watch a wall of white cascade down his shoulders.

Jing Yuan’s gaze only seems to smoulder more, his smile is soft, but his eyes give away the lust and the intentions as his lips return to yours. He’d been fighting today, you can smell the residual Ozone that always seems to linger on his skin after a fight, mingling with the usual scents of his favourite tea, and freshly polished wood.

“How many Mara-struck today?” you whisper as he pulls back just a hair, enough for you both to catch some air as his hands slide to your waist. 

“Too many.” he responds, his smile never faltering, but you know deep down, he’s so very tired of dealing with it all, which is why you’re always waiting with open arms when he returns home for the evening. Some nights you both simply exist in each other's hold, other nights turn out like this, a more… primal stress relief that neither of you minded. Careful, practised fingers working your clothes off so he could access more; he always wanted more, and you were always happy for him to take as much as he needed.

“I love you.” he murmurs against your collarbone as he settles between your knees, revelling in the soft shudder it sends up your spine, it happens no matter how many times he says it.

“Love you too…” you whisper, tugging his bicep until he comes back up to kiss you again-

Skrrt, skrrt skrrtOh, not again.

“Mimi-” He gasps softly against your lips. The Lion was at the door, again.You hear her familiar, growling moan from behind the door as she continues to scratch at the wood. 

Every. Fucking. Time. 

Skrrt, skrrt skrrrrt.

“Mimiiiii.” you whine in frustration “Not noooow.” “Mrrrrrrrrough.” comes the indignant reply from the other side of the door, which only serves to make your boyfriend snicker. 

“Should we…let her in?” he asks, you look at him in absolute horror.

“No!” you cry at him.

“Why not? She just wants to cuddle.” 

Sometimes, you think your boyfriend is only pretending to be stupidly smart. 

You motion at your naked body, and then at his mostly naked one.

“You see nothing wrong with this!?” you sigh, exasperated when he simply shakes his head.

Another round of scratches at the door, and then a mighty thud, followed by a pitiful, grumbling meow. You knew that thud, that was the ‘I’ve fallen over, come dote on me, dad’ thud.

Jing Yuans golden eyes land on yours again, wide, soft and pleading.

Sometimes you think you let him get away with too much. Then again, it’s always you who ends up receiving most of the aforementioned Lion cuddles at the end of the day.

So perhaps it's you who wins.

Welt

“You’re up late.” the familiar voice calls as you trudge through the parlour car at some ungodly time of the night.

“And so are you, Mr. Yang.” you respond as you quietly sit beside him. 

In the dead of the night, when everyone else was asleep, the parlour car was truly a lovely place to sit and watch the stars.

“Another nightmare?” Welt asks as he gently pushes his glasses up his nose.

“How can you tell?” 

“You learn these things when you’ve been around long enough.” He responds as he leans back against his seat. 

“And what brings you to the parlour car this late in the evening?”

“Just…restless I suppose.” He sighs “Sometimes it’s just nice to sit back and watch the stars.”

You nod, leaning back as well as you both simply sit and admire the view out of the large glass viewing windows, Pom Pom had obviously cleaned them today, not a single streak or speck of dust to be seen. 

Usually, you came to look at the stars after a nightmare to decompress and distract you from them, but tonight it seemed, not even the stars could help you. Your leg is fidgeting, bouncing up and down repeatedly as your mind lingers on darker places, on decisions made and on lives you could have saved-

Until a hand rests on your bouncing leg, and the touch is enough to cease the thoughtline entirely as you look over to the man beside you; he’s watching, his gaze soft, concerned, his thumb slowly rubbing circles along the top of your thigh.

“Sorry, Mr. Yang…” you murmur, “Usually the stars are a good enough distraction…”

He simply shakes his head “Don’t be… and you can call me by my name, you know.” he points out “I don’t know who it was that decided to call me ‘Mr. Yang’ but it’s never bothered me either way.”

You let out a soft noise in response and nod.

“Thank you…Welt.”

At this, he smiles softly, his gaze slowly slipping from you, back out to the stars.

“You said you come here to use the stars as a distraction?” he asks after a long moment of silence.

“Yeah…there's something both…calming, and kinda terrifying about it.” you muse “it’s beautiful, but it also puts things into perspective, we’re just…specks of matter in the grand scheme of things…” 

“And you find that thought…distracting?” He asks with a raised brow.

“I mean…yeah, usually.” you nod as you shrug your shoulders “not tonight apparently.”

Welt hums in thought for a moment.

“Are you still in need of a distraction?” He asks after a moment.

“I mean…if the stars aren’t gonna do it, I don't know what will- mph!” Your sentence is cut off as nothing but a surprised squeak, you’d been so unfocused as you stared out at the universe, you hadn’t noticed him leaning closer until his lips pressed over your own. 

Something sparks inside you both, how long has it been since either of you had done anything like this? What was meant to be a simple kiss, breaks for a moment, lips an inch apart as you both blink. 

And then your on eachother like rabid animals, the next series of kisses only growing rougher as you find yourself pushed back against the plush seats of the parlour car. You grip at Welt’s jacket as his cane clatters to the floor. 

Somewhere amongst it all, you both regain enough faculty to move from the car and to welt’s room, neither of you wanted to deal with Pom Pom yelling about any mess when he woke up.

You wake the next morning to Welt sitting on the edge of his bed, stroking your hair, and you realise your mistake, what would the others say if they saw you leaving Welt’s room? 

“Stay here, you should be safe to leave in fifteen minutes. March 7th is already up, and Himeko is like clockwork.” He tells you softly, seemingly reading your thoughts. 

He leaves you then, after pressing a short kiss to your temple.

This may have been the first intimate encounter with the enigmatic Mr. Yang

But it certainly was not the last.

Lan

Lan, Aeon of the hunt, Archer lord of fate.

Never in your life did you think you would be standing before his mighty presence.

He stamps a single, mighty hoof and you kneel, he needn’t say anything, his sheer power alone was enough to command respect.

So colour yourself surprised when the indomitable god of the hunt lifts you, One of his mighty hands easily wrapping around your waist and pulling you from the ground.

He has no discernable face as he holds you up, only the sleek, black facets of the horned mask, even still, you can feel something akin to hot breath ghosting over your body as he holds you. It’s impossible to tell what he’s feeling, is he angry? Pleased? 

And then he does something… unexpected. 

He tilts his head at you, curious, almost confused at your presence. 

With a gulp, you slowly reach out, your hand caressing one of the facets of his mask, and you feel his massive frame shudder as one of his hooves gives another stamp; you couldn’t kneel this time, so you simply continue, hoping that it’s what he wanted. 

It seems like second nature when he pulls you even closer, to press your lips against the mask, your hands gently tugging at strands of his cosmic hair, it feels soft in your fingers. And yet also feels noncorporeal, as if it would simply vanish if you clutched at it too tightly. The massive lord lets out what you can only describe as a hum.

“Good…” 

It’s the only word he utters, but to hear it, and for it to be directed at you? 

It might as well have been the only word you’ve ever heard.

You feel his other hand as it begins to explore, as if the mighty lord had never actually laid hands on a mere mortal before, and you let him do as he will. You feel his fingers roam across skin and tear at your clothing, all while you grip at his hair, one of your hands eventually coming to grab at one of his horns, just seeking a more corporeal anchor point.

That is, until Lan shudders once more, dragging your body down his torso, until something slides between your thighs.

“Good….”

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[q1ngqve]

ᝰ VIP ROOM !

✶ 𓏲ּ ꩜ 𓂅 the penacony grand theater cordially invites you to V.I.P. room 2 this friday evening for a musical!

CW; fem! reader x penacony men (separated), vaginal penetration, fingering, slight degradation & voyeurism, vibrator, bondage, ‘daddy’ (only for gallagher)

𐙚 AVENTURINE

your gasps ring in his ears as he slides one of your leg onto his lap, spreading you apart effortlessly. his grip on your thigh is tight and steady, clearly having no intention of letting you go anytime soon.

snuggled next to him on the sofa, you feel his arm draped around you, holding both your wrists together, and smirking when you squirm to reach for your dress.

your eyes dart to his face, observing his furrowed brows and the angry smirk as he stares back into your eyes, clear jealousy written in those colourful irises. he leans in close, lips just inches apart from yours, and you feel his breathing turn erratic as his eyes darken, "you love teasing me, don't you?"

"I was just saying hi to an old friend..."

"did you not see the way he looked at you?"

your head shakes cautiously, nails digging softly into your own skin, "m' sorry." aventurine pecks you on your lips, the glossy lipstick staining his own in the process.

another whimper sounds as his gloved fingers slide under your thighs, the soft pads of his black gloves resting snugly against your clothed, pulsing nub. his smirk reappears when the wetness soaks through your panties and onto his gloves, soft squelching sounds reverberate in the VIP room.

your head falls against his shoulder, wrists still bound by his hand, legs spread and trembling on his lap. your boyfriend teases at your earlobes, nipping at the tender skin, sending shivers down your spine with each bite.

his deft fingers slides under your panties, and you hear him chuckle into your ear at how drenched you are for him, making it so easy for his two fingers to slip right into your warm hole.

"who do you belong to, hmm?"

he releases your wrists, the now free hand reaching up to your throat, pulling you closer to his face again.

"—you."

"good girl."

the air gets knocked out of your chest as he pushes you onto the sofa, his fingers still pumping and curling in your pussy harshly, his pace only increasing with each cry of his name you let out.

an embarrassing squelch sounds as he removes them, and you whine at the empty feeling inside you, the ring of muscle clenching at nothing as your hands reach for his nape.

"please— need you so bad..." a satisfied hum leaves him as he leans down to kiss your forehead, pushing his fingers in again without warning at the same time. your legs tense, and your toes curl, a loud moan escaping you, only to get muffled by him stuffing your dress into your mouth.

"all of this," his lips latch onto your neck as they suckle on the sensitive spots, "is for me," littering them with beautiful hickeys that he'll admire later on, "and me only." the musical on stage turning into background noise.

𐙚 BOOTHILL

boothill grunts into your dripping pussy as your fingers pull on the roots of his hair, tugging both away and towards your core, uncertain if you want more or to escape this torment.

"stay still, sweetheart."

a soft "can't—" escapes you, making him cock an eyebrow, his mouth never stopping, licking and sucking at your puffy clit. the silent command from his eyes has you tensing your thighs as his grip tightens, and you're sure his metal fingers will leave marks there tomorrow.

moans of his name fill the room as he frees on hand to slide under your dress and up to your chest, the cool metal wrapping around your boob comfortably. your body shrinks as he plays with the soft bundle of nerves, thumb and pointer finger pinching at your nipple occasionally, making your pussy clench.

his eyes roll to the back of his head the moment his tongue dips into your warm core, your juices and gummy walls sending his engine into overdrive. you swear if he were in a cartoon, there'd be smoke coming out of his back right now.

"pretty girl tastes so (fucking) good." hums when your legs clench around his head, "all this, just for me."

your eyes water as you come undone on his tongue. the sound of fans whirring before you drags you back to reality as he stands, flipping you around so that you're kneeling on the sofa with your hands on the backrest.

whines leave you as he flips your dress up and tears your panties easily. the familiar feeling of cool metal dick has you lying limp on the backrest, your hips involuntarily grinding back against him.

"eager, aren't we?"

muffled whimpers sound from you as you bury your face into the cushions, knowing that you'll be making extremely embarrassing sounds the moment he enters you.

a loud groan escapes boothill as he slides into you, the cool, hard metal of his dick a clear contrast to your soft, warm, and inviting walls, wrapping around him like a vice.

his hand slips around your mouth to cover up your obscene sounds as he pounds into you, unable to contain his hunger any longer. you're now locked in a position that allows him to manhandle and control you easily, body fully limp and putty in his arms, just the way he likes.

𐙚 DR. RATIO

a small smile adorns your lips as you stare straight ahead, looking out at the balcony and onto the stage where the musical is happening, clearly avoiding eye contact with your boyfriend who's burning holes through your head.

your hand inches up his thigh, nails scraping slightly with each movement, your own legs clench whenever you feel his muscles tense beneath the pads of your fingers.

an audible sigh could be heard from him when you palm him through his pants, a clear bulge forming under your hand, making your smile bigger. "someone's excited."

"shut up."

you giggle softly as your fingers wrap around the bulge, while your pointer finger draws slow circles on his clothed tip, a dark spot forming slowly on his pants from his arousal.

you yelp suddenly when you feel yourself stand and be placed into a forceful position. your elbows scrape on the table beneath you as you trying your best to stand steady on your legs all the while looking over your shoulder, a teasing smile on your face.

"what? can't take it already?"

ratio's eyes narrow at your comment before pushing down on the small of your back, making your body press harder onto the cold table surface.

something changes in the air when he huffs a laugh, his hands now gripping at your hips, holding you in place as he starts dry humping against you. he leans down, caging you beneath him as he slides one knee between your legs, and you know, you're in danger.

you squirm in his hold, hips inching forward, digging into the edge of the table, trying your best to run away, your fight or flight kicking in, knowing he isn't going to go easy on you for teasing him.

he pulls you back harshly, so hard you stumble back into his chest. "where do you think you're going?" this wipes the smirk off your face.

you shudder when he kisses down your nape to your shoulder blades, and all you could do was hold your breath, praying that he's not going to be too rough on you as punishment.

you could feel the smugness from the man behind you as he pulls himself out and slides into your panties, coating himself with your wetness, the tip sliding against your clit with each thrust.

now you're the one biting back moans, hands reaching backward to claw at his wrists, an indication that you want him to fuck you. ratio chuckles at your feeble attempt to command him, and he leans down again, this time nearer to your ear, never stopping his movements, sliding against your folds harshly.

"this is for fucking with me when you know you can't handle my teasing."

𐙚 GALLAGHER

as the curtains shut behind the two of you, you trip down the steps, pulling gallagher by his tie. your heels coming off with each step towards the display shelf at the side of the VIP room.

your grip on him strong, like a leash, leading the man before you to collide against your soft body as you lean on the shelf. one strap of your dress slips down your shoulder, a testament to your impatience to feel him against you.

gallagher's hands land on either side of your head, trapping you between the shelf and his body. the sheer size of this man completely envelops you, providing cover if anyone were to look for you behind him.

a giggle escapes you as he kisses your jaw and down to your collarbone. "couldn't wait till we got home?"

your head shakes as you bit your lower lip softly, head tilting upwards, silently inviting him to kiss you. he ignores your request, choosing instead to plant a sweet kiss on your forehead as he runs his hands along the curves of your body, eventually resting on your waist and hip.

you whine when he doesn't kiss you where you want him too, "just wanna feel you, daddy. please?" his smug smile widens at your plea before he pulls your lower body against his own, his bulge resting comfortably on your lower stomach.

"keep it down, okay? they're still out there."

you nod, and a soft " good girl" from him weakens your knees as you relax against his hold, allowing his hands to bunch your dress upwards, freeing himself from his restraints.

your gasps are swallowed by his hot mouth against yours, his thrusts slow and deliberate. your toes dig into the carpeted floor beneath you at the stretch. everything feels heightened knowing that the attendants outside the room could intrude any second and see this filthy scene adds to the pleasure.

gallagher pulls back, panting softly as he angles himself to your g-spot, only to kiss you harshly again, muffling your moans with his tongue. the mind-numbing sensations has you cumming around him almost instantly. you fall limp against him, but he doesn't give you a chance to rest, before propping you up and wrapping your legs around his waist, pounding into you roughly, chasing his own high this time.

"filthy little girl, moaning my name like that. you want them to catch us, don't you?"

𐙚 SUNDAY

a clear look of fear appears in your eyes as your back hits the wall next to the balcony, knowing you have nowhere else to run from the man standing before you.

sunday smiles as he approaches you, his hands reaching for the rope that controls the curtains' movements. "what're you planning to do with that?" the shakiness in your voice betrays you as you try to feign confidence, tilting your chin up slightly as your last resort to prove that you're not scared.

with a flourish, sunday twirls the golden rope in his gloved hands before yanking on it sharply, swiftly closing the balcony curtain. the dimly lit room takes on a more intimate aura as he reaches for your wrists, brushing his lips against them softly like a gentleman, although his eyes betray a predatory gleam that sends your knees weak.

"tug on it, and the whole grand theater will see you."

confusion flickers across your face at his warning, until you feel the bind of your wrists by the very rope he held.

drawing you closer by your waist, sunday twirls you around to face the deep red curtains as he slips his hand under your dress, inserting something cool into your heated core. a soft buzz sounds between your legs, causing you to instinctively lurch forward.

"sunday—!"

he silences your protest with a soft shush, his hands teasing your chest and clit while his hot mouth leaves hickeys on your neck. your arms remained raised slightly, fighting the urge to tug on the rope, knowing the consequences if the curtains do part.

soft cries leave your trembling lips as he increases the speed with a click of the remote in his pocket. leaning back against him, your body surrender fully, giving him full access to your body.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

I hope you take this as the compliment it is intended to be, but you strike the same chord of irreverence-as-love, jokes-to-showcase-sencerity that I get from Chuck Tingle, and I adore both of you.

You have bestowed the greatest honour upon me.

[miniminijiminni]

given that wei wuxian has a self lubricating hole in lan wangjis dreams, it leads me to believe that lan wangji not only knows, but has actively read, omegaverse smut

[thelibranarchives]

Lan Wangji: I'm sorry, Wei Ying. I'll come back to Cloud Recesses in two days.

Wei Wuxian:

Wei Wuxian: Leave Bichen here.

Lan Wangji:

Lan Wangji:

Lan Wangji: We're going together.

[mvskedxrtist]

My Brother?!

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Rough Sex, Degradation, Blindfolds, Bondage, Oral Sex (M Receiving/Giving), Daddy Kink, Master Kink, PwP, Caught in the Act, FwB, Slightly OOC Xichen

Nᴏᴛᴇ: If you're wondering if I'm going to do Kinktober? Not this year no. I have too much to balance with school so through this month you probably will get a few smuts but we'll see. But now you guys get to see some more fandoms I'm in!! Since I'm starting, I'll start with 6 fandoms. So here's fandom #3. Honestly if you guys every want me to do like a part 2 to any of my smuts, just say so

Jin!AMAB!Reader x Lan Xichen - My Brother?!

"A-Huan?" You has asked your close friend while walking into his home. You were the unfortunate younger twin of Jin Guangyao but were the closest to Lan Xichen. The Jin clan had decided to join the guest lectures which meant you'd be able to see your "close" friend at the expense of being around your brother.

Now when the two of them meant they were close friends, they moreso meant you fucking Lan Xichen into oblivion. Oh yes it was definitely wrong, for both him and you. Xichen always broke the Lan rules when you were around in private, it was something that was established when you both were 17 and now you were 18. A year has past and gon while you've been destroying his ass relentlessly.

As of today, Lan Xichen had given you a note before lectures started. "After lectures are over for the day, meet me in our usual place." You sighed and chuckled softly from his eagerness before nodding your head and listened to Lan Qiren giving his lectures.

The lectures had passed and you had walked towards Lan Xichen's home, using the pendant to open the door to get in before walking towards the bedroom. "A-Huan?" You asked softly before blushing furiously to see him already naked. Xichen had noticed you walk in and smiled as his legs were already spread out, his dick leaking slightly. "Please Master~"

You had already started taking your robes off and got on top of the male, kissing his lips passionately while your cocks rubbed against each other. The two of you panted softly and chuckled as you removed his head ribbon and your hair ribbon, tying his hands together tight with his white ribbon and covering his eyes with your gold ribbon.

Xichen whimpered softly from his lack of sight and his now enhanced sensitivity from your touch. You grabbed his head gently and helped him start sucking your dick before he started doing it himself, swirling his tongue around the tip as you groaned softly and chuckled. "Such a good boy~ even without seeing me, you're still a little cockslut~" You groaned and started forcing your cock down his throat as you thrusted in his mouth faster, hearing his soft moans.

You took him off your cock as you laid him into a mating press, hovering over his needy hole while he whined softly. "Please master~ I need your fat cock inside of me, please!~" Xichen kept begging you before you chuckled and slammed yourself inside of him. "Fine! You better keep it all in you whore." You grunted as you started thrusting inside of him hard, loud moans filling the palace.

"OH FUCK YES DADDY!!~" He had screamed suddenly when you rammed your cock inside of him and slapped his ass at the same time, loving how rough year usually got when fucking him. You grabbed his tied hands and chuckled as you kissed his lips passionately, the both of you ignoring everything else in the world. At the moment it was just you two until a scream snapped you both out of your lustful pleasure.

"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!!" Jin Guangyao had shouted as he along with Lan Wangji were standing at the entrance, seeing their brothers fuck each other. "My brother, Xichen!? Really?" The elder twin looked pissed as you and Xichen stopped and looked over at their brothers. "Yes, your brother, A-Yao."

[ssailormoonn]

❛ Marriage ❜ ᵖᵃʳᵗ ²

Lan Wangji X Fem!Reader

WC; 5.4k+ | !MDNI! | TW/CW; x fem! reader, afab reader, cunnilingus, oral -> female receiving, overstimulation, come eating, squirting, virginity taking, slightly rough sex, cervix kissing, hickies, marking + probably more i can't think of lmao

REQUEST? YES (link to the request)\

⋆·˚ ༘ * 𝒮𝒴𝒩𝒪𝒫𝒮𝐼𝒮 :: When her husband comes back to Jingshi reader asks for Lan Wangji to consummate their marriage because she believes its her duty to do so, to satisfy him in bed. Wangji only takes this so far by giving his pretty wife head. Only then a few nights later, Wangji comes home late from hunting and then there they make love to each other.

1.4k more than what i intended to write but thats okay...

part 1 | part 2

m.list | mo dao zu shi m.list

The night air was cool, crisp, with just a low noise of nocturnal creatures stirring in the darkness. The moon cast its silver light onto the landscape; in vain, it was unable to still your fidgeting. Lan Wangji had gone on a night hunt, so he had left you alone in your chambers. That is one of those moments when all will be well, and you know how capable he is at anything bound to come his way, but yet something nags in the pit in your stomach at his absence beside you, to put all at rest.

Those hours ticked so slowly, every single minute pulling on for such a length of time. You walked up and down the room, him on your mind all the while. The strong, silent support had just interwoven itself into the bedrock of your existence, and now that it was gone… you were lost. Finally, you could take the taut silence no longer and went to stand by the window, looking out into the darkness in the vain hope that his familiar silhouette would come toward you.

You finally heard the sound of footsteps as the first light of dawn tinged the world beyond. Your heart lifted within your chest as the door creaked open and you turned to face him. It was Lan Wangji. His robes were not as immaculate as they usually were—slightly ruffled by the night's activities—but his eyes were clear, the calmness sculpted into them once more.

"Wangji," you breathed, feeling the wash of relief from head to toe as he finally arrived.

He stood there, his eyes locking on yours, and even the tension in your shoulders seemed to leave you. "It was a quiet night," he repeated, his voice level and reassuring.

At his words though, you could feel the barrier that time and fate had thrown up like an invisible wall between you, the same one that haunted your marriage. With feelings heightened by his absence, you felt a desperate need to close this gap tonight more than ever.

"Wangji," you started hesitantly, your voice quivering with fear. "I've been considering… about us, about our marriage."

His brow furrowed slightly, a hint of his concern in those eyes. "{Y/n}, you should rest. It has been a long night."

You shook your head as determination thrummed in your heart. "No, I have to say this. I understand the why of our marriage—the duty and the honor—but I want more. I want to be close to you. I want us to be truly united, not just in name."

He took a step closer, his gaze unbreaking from yours. "We are already so close, my bondmate; we do not have to be in a hurry."

He inhaled deeply, summoning all his courage. "Please. Lan Zhan."

The moment his birth name left your lips, something in him shifted. His calm and cool exterior shattered, and raw emotion flirted in his eyes. In a second, there he was in front of you, cupping your face with his hands as he captured your lips with his in a fervent kiss. This kiss had the intensity of everything compacted into it that left you breathless.

Breathe hard, his forehead hung over yours, the moment he let you go. "You don't even know how badly I wanted to hear you say my name, without my telling you, since the moment we met," he said, his voice hoarse with longing. "But we can't rush into it. Not until you're really ready."

You nodded with his words, even as your heart almost broke with longing. "I get it," you whispered, your eyes filling, "I just. I want to be close to you."

He brushed a tear off your cheek with his thumb, not really touching your face. "Fine."

At that sudden change of heart, shock moved your eyes up to his. "For real?" you said, a slight shake in your voice.

"So you want this, don't you?" Wangji asked you.

How Lan Wangji has waited for this moment. Wangji wants his wife with some untranslatable primal need, but he doesn't want to take away her virginity just because she feels it's her responsibility to do so. He wants to wait for that moment where his wife grows to desire him as he does her.

Wangji wants her to love him—really love him—but he gets no prize for refusing her when she looks at him like that, all piteously wide, doe-eyed stare.

The breath on your face was warm, steady, almost demanding, and Lan Wangji's arms held on a fraction tighter. Pulling back a little, you met his gaze. Inside the inferno of your chest, his eyes were burning.

"Lanzhan," you whispered back, his birth name seeming more right on your lips.

His eyes had softened to the sound, and you almost could read the longing and love he held for you. You couldn't contain yourself, so you bent down over him, pressing a gentle kiss onto his forehead. He tensed slightly under your touch.

You went on, bestowing soft kisses all over his face, on the bridge of his nose, on his cheeks, in the corners of his eyes. Each kiss was a promise, an unspoken word of just how much you felt your love for him would overpower you. His skin was warm under the press of your lips, and you felt his heart quicken.

"Zhan," you murmured between the kisses, "I want to show you how much you mean to me."

His hands drew a little tighter, the knuckles digging into the fabric of your robes, one at your back and another at the side. His eyes slammed shut as, with a small exhale, his lips parted ever so slightly. You kept peppering his face with soft kisses, light as feathers but so ripe of emotion.

Finally, when pulling back, his eyes slowly opened again, this time all darkened with desire towards and something deeper, more profound in nature. He reached out and cupped your face with one hand, his thumb tenderly stroking your cheek.

"You are everything to me," he said softly, his voice thick with emotion. "But we must take this slow. I want you to be ready."

"I am! Please, Lan Zhan," you beg, though it felt like you had to do this since you are husband and wife, but there was a throbbing need in you, a need to have him touching your body, to have him fill you up to the brim.

"Lay down on the bed," crooned Wangji as he followed your movement down to the bed, and you hesitantly lay down.

This was your duty as a wife now wasn't it? You have to make sure you please Lan Wangji, alright.    Lan Wangji was trying so hard to give a shit as he had his own urges. He has been in love with you for much longer than he can remember and here you are, wanting to please him, willing to have his cock stretch out your pretty pink virgin cunt.

But he won't take you tonight, he'll savor you tonight, having you beg for more on his tongue until you can't even think straight. Until you recognize your feelings for him. 

Lan Wangji unties your pretty white and blue hanfu robes, the colored robes that distinguish you as a Lan, that display that you are the Hanguang-Jun's wife.

Even more, you are lying naked on the bed, while he was fully clothed. You didn't know what to do or say because you are his wife; hence he could do with you whatever he wants, and him doing anything with you did not include you asking any questions about it.

"Just stay still and don't move," Wangji said, and you nodded at his serious statement. He was just dying to take you right there and then. You looked so small, vulnerable beneath his broad, huge body. You nodded at his stern statement, underlining the word 'don't', as your body stiffened rigid underneath him. He almost held that lingering fear inside him that maybe you would break.

Wangji brushes that thought out and gets things going to feel the good. Not that he feels the same about it, he does this so that you would later understand how much you would need him physically.

Wangji cranes his neck forward, pressing kisses to your soaked clit through your underwear, making you want to clench your thighs around his head. His head was in the way of you doing so, Wangji's hands gripped onto your thighs, reminding you of your place.

"Lan Zhan," you breath out, not knowing what to do at the foreign sensation.

He simply showed no desire to stop, because after all, he was doing it not just to satisfy his needs. Your soft thighs were locked on his broad shoulders, holding you in bed. He did this not just to satisfy himself, but also for your good.    Lan Wangji really wished you to wake up to your needs; otherwise, he would do something he'd regret.

You moaned, hands getting knotted within his long black locks. His bun at the top of his head had come loose, and the essence of his back fell free. Your back wanted to arch away from the tingling sensation, to squirm out of his hold, but you were immobilized—utterly weak under his touch.

"You, stop moving," he intones with a milder iratedness and you obey, trying your utmost not to twitch with the kisses he lathers onto your clit through your wet panties. Lan Wangji moves the fabric to the side, baring your wet folds, and he doesn't hesitate. '

He waited for far too long to finally have a taste of you, and Lan Wangji was going to enjoy himself like there was nobody else there—with you, with your puffy little clit between his lips, sucking it until you came over and over again, with his tongue. Push you with his tongue into overheating.

The grip on your thighs strengthens as you feel his nose bump against your sensitive clit, and your fingers tighten on the hold you had on his hair. A mewl slipped past your plump lips, and the groan of satisfaction rippled through him into your folds. His tongue drags from your soaked hole up to your clit, and moans slip from your lips.

You're desperate to remain quiet and not make any of those lewd noises ring out past your mouth. One of your hands falls from his hair and moves up to cover your mouth which Lan Wangji didn't like one bit. 

"You cover your mouth again and I won't be too nice," Lan Wangji says sternly, pulling your hand away from your mouth, which causes a yelp to leave your lips.

Lan Wangji wants you moaning, whimpering as loud as possible, with your head thrown back hard against the fluffy pillows beneath you and your back arched into his tongue, that is sucking lewdly on your aching clit.

That was the moment when thighs clenched around his head through his restrictive hold, and a moan reverberated into your clit that made you grind down against his face. A chant of his name was spilled from your lips, and he reveled in every second of it.

"Lan! Fee. Zhan! Fee.funny!" You whimpered out, that weird feeling in your stomach as something built up inside you, and you didn't know what it was. "Zhan! St'op!! Fee. weird!!"

"Shhh," Lan Wangji cooed to you against your clit, and you moaned again, the coil in your stomach growing tighter. "You getting close, that's all."

Your eyes widened as he said it. This is what an orgasm would grow to feel like. It feels so good. Closer to your orgasm, two fingers pushed through your folds into your gummy walls, and they immediately found their place. Fingers pressed up against that soft spot deep inside your walls every time he curled his fingers when he inserted them in at a quick pass.

"Yes, that's it, {Y/n}," he moaned against you, his hips rutting into the mattress, trying to relieve some sort of sexual buildup that was anything but getting better.

He was in such dire need of you.

The way your hips pushed back into that rough grind onto his face elicited a groan from you. "Good girl," he praised.

You chant his name, broken letters, and his movements, quicker, hungrier; the single hold he had on your thigh clamped tighter. The coil in your stomach just wound tighter, and the fingers locked more around his locks; they kept him in place, but he groaned more into your folds.

It only pushed me right over the edge, for a moan to spill from the lips at the moment that he pressed his tongue hard against my clit—what was once a soft scream leaving your mouth. The coil in your stomach now unleashed, his face totally drenched. Lan Wangji lifts his head out from your drenched folds; his chin is soaked with your cum.

Your chest heaved with the aftermath, breasts falling to the side from your subtly arched back. His chest swelled with a need for you but he wanted to wait for you; wanting to wait for you to want him. He wants you to want him out of love for him, not respect or responsibility as his wife.

Just your pure love, that's all he wants.

'I'm not through with you," were his final words just before his tongue started, once again, to toy with your clit, over except for you.

"Lan Zhan!" you cried in shock from how overwhelmingly the sensation was, a loud moan slipping past your lips, and your thighs clenched extremely tight around his head. This time, he wouldn't let you block his airways, his hands trying to pry open your thighs. And this time, he really would make you come with nothing but his tongue.

And so you did, a thousand times. Over and over your clit throbbed and ached. Your pussy ached and gaped for more, but he didn't give it to you. You'd begged for him to stop, but you knew he wouldn't. Lan Wangji knew you didn't want this, no matter your actions and words. Your cunt begged harder for more and more releases.

Lan Wangji continued to lap up from your folds, and you were definitely sure of a different sensation bubbling inside. "Zhan! Wait!" You whimper, but still your juices spill out from your cunt all over his face, the liquid obviously wetter than earlier.

Lan Wangji stood from between your legs, the realization that it was you who just squirted. A wave of tiredness swept your countenance and you sluggishly went down like a sack of potatoes, submitting to the warm clutches of slumber, and Lan Wangji sighed. Before Lan Wangji could allow himself to catch some sleep beside you, he had to tidy you up, which he did, cleaned you up quite nicely before he changed the sheets without waking you.

The week after that night in Jingshi was spent with a rededication to closeness with Lan Wangji. Every shared glance and every touch, however fleeting, was a promise of deepened feelings, an unsaid understanding that their bond was growing.

But tonight, the hours inched by, and Lan Wangji had not come back from his night hunt. Anxiety began gripping you in earnest as you strayed to and fro across the chamber, filled only by the doing of such a thing. The night was painted as if to be colder, darker, and one couldn't shake away the fear that maybe something happened to him.

At that very moment, you had been about to head out in the search of him yourself, when the door slid open soundlessly and Zewu-Jun stepped inside. His face was calm but serious.

"{Y/n}," he spoke softly, "Lan Wangji has returned. He is safe."

Relief washed over you, wordlessly brushed past Zewu-Jun amid the aching drumbeat of your heart. You entered the courtyard and found Lan Wangji standing there. A little tattered, with worn spots in his face, was the only flaw in what otherwise was him being all right. At the sight of him, relief came pouring through you, and with it trickling down all worry and fear.

"Lan Zhan!" You choked out, hurtling towards him.

He turned at the sound of your voice, and his eyes widened in almost surprised realization as you closed the distance from him. You didn't bother to say a word; instantly, you just threw your arms up and about him, squeezing him as hard as possible for reassurance that he was actually here.

"Zhan," you started, your voice trembling. "I can't… I can't hold it anymore. I-I've been so scared that I was going to lose you. But then I thought… I realized how much you meant to me."

He pulled his face back just a little so he could see down into your eyes. "{Y/n}…"

"I love you, Lan Zhan," you cried, breaking to pieces inside of yourself. "I love you so, so much. I can't bear the thought of being without you."

His face softened a fraction, eyes alit now with relief and joy in equal measure. "You love me?"

You nodded your head, feeling the weight lift off your chest. "Yes, I do. More than anything."

Lan Wangji's eyes sparkled, then he took you again, drawing you close. "I love you, {Y/n}. So much, for so long. To hear you say it… It means more than I could ever have asked," he stuttered.

He bent forward and took your lips in a kiss that spelled all the passion and love ever withheld. His arms tightened around you as well, through which you felt all his feelings, all that depth stored in every touch, every move. In that kiss was a mixture of relief, desire, and intoxicating love.

And then, without realizing it, the kiss deepened, and you only got yourself lost. The world around you just seemed to fade away—there was only you, Lan Wangji, and the beat of both of your hearts that now thumped against each other.

The spell was broken, and you turned to see Zewu-Jun standing a few paces away, the expression a mix of amusement and mild embarrassment.

"Sorry," he apologized, "but this is not your Jingshi. This is the Hanshi."

His smile warmed as you realized where you were, and a blush started to creep up your cheeks. Still holding your hand, Lan Wangji's thumb rubbed lightly over yours.

"Thank you, brother," Lan Wangji said, warmth flowing in his voice. "We will take our leave."

You never released his hand from yours until you both reached your own chambers, and you never felt like you were floating.

You both rapidly went back to the Jingshi, and the two of you never waited for a moment: his lips were on you. His face closed an inch towards yours in a gentle purpose, and all of a sudden you felt the soft brush of his lips against your own. Across the impassable physical distance, Lan Wangji's hand slides through the back of your neck, and you can feel the warmth of his touch seep into you as you flutter your eyes and close them halfway in satisfaction.

The hand cradling the back of your head, holding it in place, suddenly changes from cradling to directing your chin upward, and your stomach swoops in a sickening wash of vertigo. Lan Wangji's face falls, and his exhale is strong over your neck shell, the pulse of scalding heat almost tangible. A second no more, and it leaves an electric impression in its wake.

While his lips are at yours, his other hand cradles your neck from behind, providing an overall warmth that leaves a shiver running down your spine. His lips press again into yours. The rhythmic dance of our tongues surprises you, and you are lost in that tender exchange. You bury your head in the security of Lan Wangji's shoulder, pulling away from the overwhelming intensity. Your fingers tighten in the fabric of his shoulders for grounding in the now.

Lan Wangji gently manipulates your head to an upward tilt using the tips of his fingers. The moment your eyes lift, meet his, it's all clear, and the flutter in your stomach is palpable. He bends his head to the side of yours, his breath intoxicatingly filling the sensitive skin next to your neck. In another moment, the sensation of warmth coursed into every part of your body and you felt the electrifying connection that joined you both.

His fingers trace down your spine, and somehow it feels like little trails of tingling fire. Lan Wangji's lips find yours once more, in a tender way that deepens this connection between the two of us. The room fades as we become entrenched in this shared intimacy. Your fingers trace at the small of his back now, tracing gentle patterns, and you savour the closeness that lingers between you.

A broken kiss seals together our foreheads, our breaths intermingle in the silence as Lan Wangji meets your gaze, a gaze that he lets an upswell of feelings warm in the shade of water that is shadowing down his face. There is an unspoken understanding in the charged atmosphere, and as his thumb brushes against your cheek, there is a bond—if the words aside should be counted—forged between both.

"Lan Zhan," you exhale. "I want you. so badly."

You back from the desk, and Lan Wangji is matching the action never letting go as you back across the room and to his bed for support. The baseboard of his bed hits on the back of your legs, bending your knees, and you sit back at the edge of his bed.

You offer liquid grace from the table, your every motion definitive, and subtly Lan Wagnji takes your lead. His hands on your hips remain firm and reassuringly in place as you back up, step by purposeful step leading us towards the bed.

So you rise onto the bed, and, by this time, Lan Wagnji is there, too, rising from the Hanfu on a slide, expectation sits still in the space. I slip off your own with a malevolent eroticism. And so, showing without a word the fragile form beneath, I abandon you in your bra.

LAN WAGNJI'S HAND goes on a longing journey: the palm trails up your hips and waist, leaving the rest of the hand to hold your thigh flush against the side of his body—the room charged in the way that we negotiate the unspoken performance.

Wan Wagnji kisses you again, deeply and passionately.

I gasp under the sheer sensation being pounded into my wanting body, and then, in sheer anticipation, your back arches equal to his. The room seems to shrink, not large enough as he unclips your bra and drags the feverent material off your breasts.

His fingers lightly tease the skin above your collarbone. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asks.

You take in a deep breath before pushing softly against his lips again, and breathlessly answering, "I'm sure."  Hardly setting your words in a breathy sort of utterance to escape from tremors reacting to the touch already, "I will do anything for you," you add, sighing into your mouth as he brings his lips to mine again.

"I know you would," he murmurs, his hand on your thigh for just a second longer, dragging his two middle fingers down your covered slit, making you jolt and forcing a whimper out of your lips.

Your skirt was still gracing your body, along with your panties. There wasn't even a moment later when your panties weren't tugged by Lan Wagnji and left at an unknown spot. And then the work did commence a heartbeat later when the pad of his thumb teased your clit, back and forth, until he urged a snap of your legs, that brought the smirk leaving hikey in its wake, against the skin of your neck.

Two fingers slid in immediately, inside your heat, and began to curl at your gummy spot. Helplessly you moaned as your arms wound around Lan Wagnji's neck, as if this would help lift some off that pleasure.

"I've found it, have I?" Lan Wagnji asked, slowly moving his fingers in and out of your wet hole and each time he entered again, slowly curling his fingers into your gummy walls.

"You moan as ecstasy sears through each nerve of your body.

"Mmm, please what

"Need you," you whimper out, and he keeps that slow, aching pace. Long fingers curl in at the right time to hit that one spot, which makes you feel so, so good. But he knew that and went on doing this ridiculously slowly, making sure every one of your moans and whimpers was heard.

"More," you choked out, and you felt another smirk roll against his lips.

"You'll get more, I'll take my time with you - " he said to you hotly, breathing into your ear, looking at the task force trailing us, and still wanting to get more out of Light.

"Jus' want you to go f-faster," you say holding back the moan when he curls his fingers once more. "You're such a dirty girl," Lan Wagnji degrades and complies with your request and picks up the pace causing the knot in your stomach to grow.

"Please, please, please," you went on chanting over and over again, asking for an orgasm's release that has a deadly threat lying over your body, "Ngh, Zhan, please."

"Fine, girl, let go," he tells, and a moan of his name leaves your throat. Your back is bending into his chest, his arm slipping around your waist, and you close to him. Lan Wagnji lets himself drop to kiss you again, letting the warmth of the kiss float around when he pulls back. "I'm not done with you; you're going to take my dick all in your tight cunt. You got that?"

You nod dumbly, just wanting to feel the ache deep inside of you.

Lan Wagnji flipped you around, your breast squished tightly against the bed as you felt Lan Wagnji abs press flush against your back which was considerably bigger than your back. His hands gripped the backs of your hands, pressing them into the bed, making sure you wouldn't move out of his iron grip.

He quickly switched his grip, moving your arms to one of his hands and pinned the two with one hand above your head. "Relax," he cooed in your ear, realizing you were tense. 

You felt a big and heavy tip prod at your entrance, you gasped at the thick length. "Lan Zhan," you whimper out. "P-please."

"That might hurt, so breathe," he added, but instead, you did the opposite as you felt your gummy walls invaded by his thick and warm cock.

And Lan Wangji? Dear God, he was trying so hard not to beat into that tight pussy. Your walls squeezed so hard against his dick that he could explode right there and then. "I said breathe. You're too tight." Lan Wangji moaned and the noise went straight to your cunt.

You exhaled the breath you were holding; the initial pain that was there throughout your body had been replaced by pleasure, which coursed now through the veins.

Lan Wangji's breath tickled at your ear, the hot air causing your body to tremble further against his. His cock lodged so deep in your gummy walls it made you mewl out in pleasure, but Lan Wangji wasn't moving; he was keeping himself snug inside your drenched walls, enjoying the pleasure.

Why, had Lan Wangji not mind-hacked himself, he would have combusted right then and there, inside you.

Hot and steamy kisses trail from your ear down to the dip between neck and shoulder, and before you know it, a breathless sigh is escaping you—lips parted just as Lan Wangji rolls his hips into yours with his shaft length, scraping all the sensitive spots of the hot insides of you to elicit a moan to roll off your tongue.

"L-Lan Zhan!" you moan out and your cry is responded to by a deep groan which causes you to tremble beneath him.

But Lan Wangji's legs kept your own spread apart, so that you couldn't move from his trapping embrace while his movements became faster, his cock slipping in and out of your needy hole. He is groaning and panting into your ear.

He was filling you up to the hilt, his tip prodding every hit against that spot which made you moan loudly with pleasure. Repetitive moans leave your mouth while he pounds and grinds into your heat. You had this instinctive urge to press into his length, but it was too heavy; his weight was a force against which you couldn't move. You were utterly hopeless as his thrusts became faster.

"H-ha, you're so big," you mewled out as your body trembled beneath him, and he moved one of his hands off mine to let his bicep wrap around your throat—not tightly but to lift your head from the futon and pillows beneath us. He drew you to him more closely and twisted your head, attaching our mouths in a sloppy, wet kiss. He pushed his tongue inside and groaned deeply at the intensity rising.

Lan Wangji drew back, but thrust harder, hitting your perfect spot. "I feel so good, don't I?" He rasped in your ear as your mouth continued to let out desperate moans.

Tears streamed down your heated cheeks in pleasure as you nodded within his movement-restricting hold. "Such a good girl," He mumbled in your ear chased with a deep groan, your insides clenched at his praise and his hips stuttered in their movements.

You spasmed around his length, your end washing over you, legs shaking as the weight of him pressed down even more than it was. He didn't slow his thrusts, making you whimper in overstimulation, but Lan Wangji helped it; his hips continued to rut into me, further aiding me to ride out your orgasm as he chased his own.

With a groan, his lips mashed against mine once again as his hips slammed into mine, hard, his cum spilling inside you causing you to moan into his kiss.

"'M love you so much," you whimper into the kiss.

"I love you, more," Lan Wangji groaned.

You were sure you were done until you felt his hips roll into yours again and you moaned. "I'm going have sex with you all night, not until you pass out."

The first touch of light that night was just streaming into the curtains, warming the room with deep and rich hues as you moved just a bit, sleeping. Everywhere, small moves each one bringing a reminder of how the previous evening felt and, oh so wonderfully good, sore muscles. Lan Wangji lay beside you in the bed, face at peace, and content, hand lying protectively, possessively over his.

He roused from the brief state of transcendence, returned to his spot, and as soon as he opened his eyes, they met yours. "Good morning," he began in a soft voice.

"Morning," you answered, almost inaudibly and with shyness apparent.

He brushed the hair from your face and whispered, "Are you okay?"

You nodded but wincing a little. "Just a slight sore."

The slightest flicker of concern passed in his dark eyes before he straightened up, extending his hand to help you do the same. "You should sit. I'll bring breakfast here."

As he motioned to leave, you reached out your hand to snag his, pulling him back in for a quick kiss. "Thanks, Lan Zhan."

He smiled, the sight of it filling you with warmth. "Anything for you."

For the next few days, you replayed moments of the night before. The soreness was still there, though met with happiness and satisfaction. And Lan Wangji, as always, was so careful that he practically made sure you had nothing to want for as you recuperated. Insistent on doing most things for you himself, of course, so you could relax and recover.

One fine morning, as you sipped your tea by the window that Lan Wangji had made for you, you just could not help but be full of admiration for how your relationship had transformed. Each and every gesture, each and every look of his that spoke of affection, drew your heart.

"How do you feel today?" he would ask as he passed by to sit with you.

"Better," you leaned your head to one side, resting your forehead against his. "Thank you for looking after me. That's quite a bother and an honor."

He kissed your forehead tenderly. "In my duty and it's always an honor to look after you."

The days which followed were full of soft moments and shared laughter. Lan Wangji was unconditionally supportive and affectionate toward you, which made your recovery much easier. He would find solace in walking the gardens, for he found peace with Lan Wangji. They could stay hours reading in each other's quiet company, basking in the tranquil atmosphere of the Cloud Recesses.

One afternoon, even when you'd just been doing light stretches to work out the lingering soreness, he'd come up to you with a slight smile.

"I have something for you."

You would look up inquisitively. "What is it?"

He holds out a small, intricately carved wooden box. Opening it, you find herbs and salves, all carefully prepared by him to aid in your recovery. "I thought this could help with the soreness.".

Tears of thankfulness welled up in your eyes at this.

"Thank you, Lan Zhan. You're always thinking of me."

He enveloped you in his arms, gently.

"Because you are my everything. Got to make sure you're in good condition when we fuck; can't have you passing out on me now."

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

m.list | mo dao zu shi m.list

[utahimeow]

char you already know … shoyo + any kink you want 😮‍💨‼️

cw — nsfw content minors dni. f!reader, smut, overstimulation

the thing about having a boyfriend with more stamina than he knows what to do with is that he will impose it on you.

pins your knees to your shoulders like it’s no big deal and goes to town, giving relentless thrusts into your poor hole. he hasn’t let up– he won’t, until you have to tap out.

his balls smack against your ass repeatedly, so lewd from the way your puffy hole leaks a concoction of your juices and his. his cock carves its way into you, bullying its way into your battered walls that clench around him subconsciously now.

it’s just so much. your skin burns so hot, but it feels so good. it’s fire and ice, heaven and hell. it’s addicting, how he gives you one orgasm after another. your head is fuzzy, your clit is raw, but there’s no denying the way you’re floating right now.

“my perfect girl… fuck,” he whines, shameless in his indulgence. once he gets inside you he doesn’t shut up, ever so determined to remind you of how good you make him feel. “this pussy was made for me, god.”

every muscle of yours is limp, spent from the bliss that flows through your veins. so you lay there and let shoyo do all the work. you let him take what he needs, and in return he unravels you one climax at a time. slowly, he numbs your pretty little mind with his touch, until everything that burdens you melts away. until the only thing you can think about is his cockhead brushing against your cervix, or his lips fluttering softly over your flesh in little bites that are full of love.

with a strained, airy moan, he releases, filling you up with his third warm load of the night. he’s twitching all over, his cock raw as he throbs against your walls– because you’re not the only one getting overstimulated. shoyo’s so addicted to your sweet, dripping cunt he’ll keep going even if it hurts him.

sitting back on trembling thighs, he presses a kiss to your ankle where it dangles next to his head. “think you can take a little more? or are ya tuckered out? just say the word, baby.”

but despite how your body screams and begs for a break, your boyfriend’s sickening charm is irresistible (unfortunately). besides, the gleam in his eyes as you tell him he can keep going is priceless.

[foxyyaoguai]

MDZS x Tentacles

Don't judge before you've tried it 🤭

Here are some very romantic tentacle recommendations:

🐙 every time we touch (i get this feeling) by celerydragon (WangXian, sci fi au)

🐙 But the rose was awake all night for your sake/Knowing your promise to me by x_los (WangXian, resentful energy tentacles)

🐙 Fall Into the Ocean, Into You by giantomelette (WangXian, Octoman lwj)

🐙 Secrets of the Back Hill by ElDiablito_SF (Jadecest, Eldritch Horror)

🐙 Prey by JaggedEdges (Niecest, noncon, Oviposition, aphrodisiacs)

🐙 Wrapped in Your Arms & Filled with Your Eggs by FoxyYaoguai (XiXian, WangXian, WangXiXian, noncon, Oviposition, aphrodisiacs, WIP)

If you have any recs, pls send them my way!!!

[wangxianficrecs]

Having one soulmate in this life is enough by secretninjagirl

Having one soulmate in this life is enough

by secretninjagirl (@memedoritos)

M, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: “Wei Ying, come to bed,” he says. His eyes are still so soft, and his voice is so warm. “Yes,” Wei Wuxian says, wondering if his voice sounds as unsteady as he feels. He doesn’t know what this means, but he’s powerless to resist his soulmate. He will take whatever Lan Wangji is willing to give him. ------ A "missing scene" of sorts from episode 43 of The Untamed. The pan out over the Jingshi with their song playing felt very much to me like a subtextual sex scene. So I wrote that hypothetical scene. Kay's comments: Missing scene from CQL and yes, I agree, the scene in episode 43 feels very much like a subtextual sex scene! And I love the way this fic fills the gap. Wangxian are just so soft with each other and the whole thing feels so warm. Really loved it. Excerpt: “I would like,” Lan Wangji begins. He pauses for a long moment. “I would like to show you. Words are… not always easy.” “Lan Zhan,” he replies. “Yes, show me.” Lan Wangji’s arms tighten around him, and his lips press against Wei Wuxian’s neck. They’re warm and soft, and he gasps, suddenly feeling hot all over. Lan Wangji continues pressing kisses up his neck, and all he can do is hold on, his arms tightening over Lan Wangji’s shoulders. Lan Wangji continues down the sensitive skin under his jaw until reaching his chin. He pulls back slightly until they are nose to nose, his breath brushing Wei Wuxian’s lips. “May I?” Lan Wangji asks again. “Yes,” Wei Wuxian breathes, and then they’re kissing.

pov wei wuxian, canon compliant, the untamed compliant, first time, first kiss, wei wuxian has self-esteem issues, soft lan wangjii/wei wuxian, nonverbal communication, fluff and smut, missing scene, frottage

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[shcyc]

you’ve never really wondered how big he is, as long as it does the job, it’s fine! but it’s not like you haven’t tried to find out, it’s just that he doesn’t really give you time to figure it out whenever he fucks you, and it’s a little awkward to just randomly ask him when the mood is not right — but this moment, this is your chance! he’s sleeping, so what better way to finally get a closer look than right now? you tried measuring it with your hands but it didn’t get you anywhere, you just know that it’s bigger than that :( so you grab a ruler! but just as you’re about to put it beside his friend, he grabs your wrist and pulls you onto him, and he kisses you <333 you can imagine the rest

GETOU, sukuna, kuroo, meian, inunaki, ushijima, diluc, albedo, AYATO, albert j. moriarty, MYCROFT HOLMES, levi ackerman, erwin smith,

[q1ngqve]

CW; dark content, gun kink, penetration with gun (v), slight dacryphilia

boothill and gun kink grrrrrr 😼 teases you so much when you accidentally admit that you have a thing for guns and that if it’s with him, you’d feel safe

sits you on his lap, back facing him as he plays with your boobs, squeezing and pinching at your nipples!!! his teeth would be biting nonstop at your neck, leaving red marks everywhere while he teases at your clothed cunt with his gun

rips away your panties easily because he’s literally made of metal 🤭 makes you look in the mirror in front of you as he rubs the barrel against your wet folds!!!!!!!!! cooes at you because why are you so wet for a gun? are you that turned on by a piece of metal? you know it could kill you with just a click right?

he relishes in your fear and embarrassment 🗣️ uses it to his advantage and rubs the tip at your clit, making your hips buck and you whining into your hands! to which he ‘tsk’s and pulls them away >:/ you’re supposed to be looking at the way he plays with your pussy

stuffs his gun into you without warning! and you’ll cry out in terror when you hear the safety click, the sound loud and piercing, ringing in your ears 😧 you’d grab at his wrists and make eye contact with him through the mirror, eyes tearing up as he thursts his gun in and out of you

kisses you on your cheek and tells you it’s okay! don’t worry! as long as you’re good and cum for him, he won’t shoot! he would never hurt you! you’re his everything!

makes you cum so hard on his gun, you squirt 😋 he’d laugh and throw his gun away before sticking his metal fingers into you! he wants to see you do it again, but this time on his fingers!!!!!

[carnivorousyandeere]

Lan laying back and pretending to relax, arms crossed behind her head— you’d almost think she was unaffected, if you couldn’t make out her flushed cheeks and little fangs peeking out as she bites her lip, through the tears beading your lashes.

( MDNI, No Age In Bio DNI )

CW: terato, naga fucking, tail fucking, bondage, asphyxiation, mild/unintentional humiliation, cnc vibes

Info: gn sub bottom reader

You’re suspended in midair, wrapped in the coils of her tail while the tip of it slides wetly in and out of your entrance. The vulnerability, the humiliation, the tight squeeze of her coils around your midsection make you feel like you could pass out… Lan watches you intently from under her bangs, savoring every twitch of your cute human body and watching tears stream down your cheeks as you beg. Begging for what, she’s not sure. Hells below, you don’t seem to be sure yourself— every time she stops like you ask her to, you only squirm harder and cry for her to keep going. Lan breathes in deeply, trying to focus on you over the burning need coiling in her own gut. Humans are so confusing…

[foxfeast]

i just finished reading grandmaster of demonic cultivation. hey man what the fuck

[disastermages]

Draped in Black and Dripping With Love Ch. 10

[read it on ao3]

Lan Huan is, perhaps, driving just a little too fast as he eases down the curves of the mountain road. He won’t be late for his appointment, not by a long shot, but it’s easy to let himself get lost enough to let the car coast with little guidance. He wouldn’t do this if he had his younger brother in the car with him, or A-Yao for that matter. 

Gusu isn’t that far behind him, Lan Huan only has to go into one of the surrounding villages to deal with a poltergeist issue. It won’t take him long. It might not even be a poltergeist. It could be raccoons in the attic, or squirrels in the walls. And of course, Lan Huan will check the carbon monoxide levels within the home, just like his uncle taught him to. He can still hear his uncle’s voice telling him that it’s important to rule out worldly causes before beginning to work on the paranormal problems.

With one hand on the wheel, Lan Huan lets himself flip through the file laying on his passenger seat. He shouldn’t drive like this, but his younger cousin had only given him the file on his way out. Lan Jingyi wasn’t quite the research assistant that Lan Zhan is, but he’s getting better. There’s still a small pile of artifacts and haunted baubles in protective containers waiting for Lan Zhan’s return, though. Both Lan Huan and their uncle are reluctant to turn over Lan Zhan’s cataloging work over to Lan Jingyi.

The thought of calling to check on his younger brother has just crossed Lan Huan’s mind for the first time today when something bolts across the narrow, winding road, stopping hard in front of his front bumper as Lan Huan slams his foot hard against the brake. The car, and by proxy, Lan Huan lurch forward as he stops just short of the deer. He expects the deer to bound off, to wherever it had been hurrying off to when Lan Huan had almost hit it. Instead, the deer twitches its ears and snorts, hooves scraping and stamping against the asphalt.

Lan Huan feels his lips part, his eyes squinting as he stares at the deer, but the deer doesn’t stare back at him, it’s staring past him, into his backseat.

The temperature inside the car drops fast enough that it nearly takes Lan Huan’s breath. He refuses to turn around, but he allows himself to look into the rearview mirror, his eyes land on something that he already knew would be there.

“You cannot be here, I did not give you permission.” Lan Huan chokes the words out, his knuckles white where they curl over the steering wheel. He feels the childish urge to squeeze his eyes shut, but he forces himself to watch the apparition. White robes stained with deep, dark red and long, long black hair take up most of the backseat and the whole car fills with the smell of blood. Lan Huan doesn’t even try to roll down the windows, he knows that it won’t help. 

His younger brother’s face, though somehow older and more weary, stares back at Lan Huan past the hair. It drags Lan Huan’s heart into his throat, clouds forming at his lips as he breathes out heavily. “You have to go.” He hadn’t understood the spirit when he was younger, why it followed him, why it appeared to him the way it did. “Didi is safe, he is with his friend.” Wei Ying might lash out, he might forsake the society that had reared him, but Lan Huan knows that he’d never physically harm his brother. He wouldn’t dare.

The spirit’s hair parts as it shifts ever so slightly, putting the bloody patch on its chest on full display as Lan Huan finally allows himself to close his eyes. He needs to breathe. He needs to will the spirit far, far away from him. Like his uncle taught him. The smell of blood still burns Lan Huan’s nose and his stomach begins to churn with something that feels like guilt he’s never known before. It’s the frustrated kind, the kind of guilt that could make anyone clench their fists while tears well in their eyes for lack of any better option.

Those tears had just begun to form in Lan Huan’s eyes when the sound of a car’s horn blows past him. Lan Huan’s eyes fly open as he watches the other car fly past him, his chest heaving as he forces himself to stare straight ahead. He could wait out this spirit. He’s done it before, he’ll do it again. He has to.

A tear rolls down Lan Huan’s cheek as he gasps for breath. It would’ve been easier if there was someone in the car with him, his brother, his uncle, his fiance, his best friend. Any of them would’ve made it easier for Lan Huan to pretend, but his brother is in Yiling, and there was no real reason to bring anyone else with him on such a simple job.

“Is something happening to my brother? Something bad?” Lan Huan asks, leaning his forehead against the steering wheel and refusing to look back. He doesn’t need to look back to hear the spirit’s ragged, whispering voice. He can’t focus on a single word of it, anyway, not with the chill that’s still seeping into his bones. 

It was like this every time.

The temperature around him would always drop too quickly and Lan Huan would sit and shiver while the spirit behind him tried to pass along messages, always about Lan Zhan, to protect him, to warn him. Lan Huan wouldn’t understand any of it until it was too late, until he couldn’t do a thing to protect his brother from whatever was coming towards him.

The sound of a finger squeaking against damp glass fills the small car as something infinitely colder than the world around Lan Huan already is leans its whole weight against him, threatening to crush him against the steering wheel, only to disappear completely the next moment. The car is warming in an instant, so Lan Huan only has a single moment to read the word “Yiling” as it’s written across his fogged windshield. The deer stands in front of his car, but it seems to be shaking free of whatever trance it was in that held it so still for so long.

Lan Huan can only watch as the message fades and the deer stamps its hooves once more. He turns his head to follow the deer across the road, but Lan Huan’s eyes widen as he catches sight of the apparition again, white robes billowing in the road. Without the benefit of plummeting temperatures, Lan Huan is still frozen solid as he watches the deer stop in front of the spirit, its head bobbing up and down when the sound of a bigger, louder truck comes closer and closer, the horn blaring. 

Both the deer and the ghost wearing his younger brother’s face turn to look at the truck as it crests over a hill, but neither of them move. Lan Huan cannot make his tongue work in his mouth, nor can he force himself to move, to unbuckle his seatbelt as both the spirit and the deer turn to face him.

“Didi!” Lan Huan finally calls loudly, banging one fist against his car’s window as the truck misses the deer by a fraction of a centimeter, but barrels through the spirit. 

By the time Lan Huan can free himself from the confines of the car, there’s nothing left. Not even a scrap of the robes the ghost was wearing. Even the deer has finished its journey across the road. 

There isn’t another car on the road anymore save his own, and that makes it all the easier for Lan Huan to drop down onto his knees, his chest rising and falling heavily. His brother is fine. His brother is in Yiling with his friend. Tears roll down Lan Huan’s cheeks freely as he tries to press those reminders into his brain like a brand. It doesn’t matter that it’s almost been a month and a half since Lan Zhan has been home. They’ve been texting each other and checking in. His brother would call him if he needed him. He would tell Lan Huan if something went wrong and he needed an emergency pick up. 

Pressing his back against his car, Lan Huan gulps air down as quickly as he can, as if he’s been starved for it.

He shouldn’t have come alone, he knows that now, but he can’t turn around. He still has to make it to his assignment. He still has a job to do.

It takes more effort than it should for him to get his legs underneath him, but Lan Huan manages it, just like he manages to get back into his car and close the door. Just like he manages to unlock his phone where it sits in the hands free mount. 

It doesn’t take much effort at all to call his brother, but Lan Huan’s fingers tremble as he tries to put the earpiece into his ear. He drops it twice while the phone is still ringing and he’s barely gotten it in when he hears his brother’s voice ring out, safe and unbothered as Lan Huan had hoped he would be. 

“Didi,” Lan Huan starts, breathing a sigh of relief as he forces himself to start the car. He has a million questions to ask, the need for hundreds of reassurances, but Lan Huan chokes them all down and wipes at his face with his free hand. “How are you? Are you well?”

“Mn.” Lan Zhan greets softly, listening to the shakiness of his brother’s voice as he walks through the house, looking for Wei Ying, but not hearing him anywhere. Earlier, Lan Zhan had woken up alone and cold, with Wei Ying’s side of the bed abandoned. “Have you been running?” Lan Zhan asks the question absently. It isn’t uncommon for Lan Huan to call him on his way back from his morning run. If he’d been home, they would’ve been having breakfast together.

Something rolls across the floor on the level above Lan Zhan. It sounds dull and heavy, but it’s the only hint Lan Zhan’s gotten all morning. The stairs creak underneath him as Lan Zhan begins to climb them, his free hand clinging to the rail. 

“It’s good to hear your voice.” Lan Huan says without answering Lan Zhan’s question, and for some reason, it gives Lan Zhan pause and makes him stop on the steps when he’s just half way up. A bigger, heavier thud rings out, but Lan Zhan still can’t make himself move.

“Ge?” Lan Zhan’s eyebrows pull together as he feels himself leaning forward. He hears Lan Huan sniff, but nothing else comes afterwards, nothing beyond the shuddering breath as it crackles against Lan Zhan’s ear. 

“I just needed to…” Lan Huan’s voice is unsteady enough to send pinpricks of fear through Lan Zhan’s whole being, “Didi, Wei Ying is treating you well, isn’t he?” The question makes Lan Zhan blush, his ears and cheeks coloring even though he knows Lan Huan can’t see him. There’s no way he could know about all the lines they’ve crossed. Lan Zhan hasn’t mentioned it to him.

“Wei Ying is Wei Ying.” Lan Zhan answers simply, pressing his hip into the railing. Another thud lands and Lan Zhan thinks he can hear Wei Ying cursing. Lan Zhan looks up without meaning to, his heart hammering in his chest. “He would not treat me unkindly.” His free hand peels away from the railing reluctantly to press against his own hot cheek. 

Lan Huan doesn’t have to remind Lan Zhan how Wei Ying treated him in the past, of all the teasing and later the outright refusal to allow Lan Zhan to help him. They both know it hangs in the air between all three of them. Lan Huan wouldn’t forgive Wei Ying easily and Wei Ying wouldn’t accept forgiveness easily, and Lan Zhan would be left standing between the two of them.

“Good… Good, I’m glad,” Lan Huan clears his throat and Lan Zhan can hear his turn signal clicking, “you’ve been gone for so long, I felt as though I needed to check in. You haven’t decided to go live with Wei Ying, have you?” It’s a desperate attempt at a joke, but Lan Zhan can’t help but feel wounded on Wei Ying’s behalf as he restarts his journey up the stairs.

“Would that be so bad?” Lan Zhan can hear the defensiveness in his own voice, but he can’t hope to curtail it, not even a little bit.

“That isn’t what I meant, didi, I’m sorry.” Lan Huan sounds wounded and Lan Zhan feels guilt settle into his stomach like a worm. “It’s just that this is the first time you’ve been gone for so long, Uncle and I aren’t quite sure what to do with ourselves.” Lan Zhan forces himself to remember that their uncle would have more to say about him living with Wei Ying, and even more to say about Wei Ying himself. He should be grateful that it was his brother who called. 

A moment passes where there aren’t any thuds to lure Lan Zhan closer and he considers telling Lan Huan everything. Everything about the house, about the ghosts, about the files he had Lan Jingyi send over, about what he and Wei Ying are becoming, his mouth even opens to put the words to breath, but when it comes to actually pushing them out into the world, Lan Zhan can’t manage it. 

“Ge doesn’t have to apologize.” Lan Zhan settles for it at the last minute, watching as three doors open on their own right in front of him, right before another thud sounds off at the other end of the hall. He knows he should keep going forward, to see if Wei Ying needed help, or if he simply needed Lan Zhan to sit near him while he talked through the issue, only to talk himself into the solution. 

Instead, Lan Zhan lets himself peer into the open rooms while his brother talks, keeping the conversation going until Lan Huan reaches his assignment and has no choice but to end the call. He makes Lan Zhan promise to be careful, and Lan Zhan hopes that Lan Huan can’t hear the flurry of curses that come from Wei Ying’s end of the hall as he makes that promise.

When Lan Zhan finally reaches the end of the hall and peers inside the room, he finds Wei Ying laying on the floor, his arms splayed above his head and his eyes looking up at the ceiling, but focused on nothing until Lan Zhan comes to stand in his line of sight.

“I can’t get him to come out no matter what I do, Lan Zhan.” Defeat and frustration cling to every word out of Wei Ying’s mouth as Lan Zhan drops down to sit next to him on the floor, his hand coming to rest on Wei Ying’s chest, right over his heart. “Usually when I mess around with the house, he comes out and looks at me like I did something wrong. You should have seen how mad he used to get when I first started knocking down walls, but now I can’t get him to come out at all.”

“Wei Ying does not respond well to being forced.” Lan Zhan says gently and leans himself against Wei Ying, his ribs against Wei Ying’s stomach, his hip bearing most of his weight into the floor. “The Yiling Patriarch is a piece of Wei Ying, so he will not allow himself to be forced out either.” Wei Ying’s fingers curl around Lan Zhan’s wrist where it lays against him, his thumb stroking back and forth over the jutting bone.

For a moment, it looks as though there might be an argument brewing in Wei Ying’s eyes, and Lan Zhan is ready for it, but he’s also ready for the way Wei Ying groans and drags his other hand over his face. Lan Zhan can’t help but smile as he watches him. His hand slides upwards, past Wei Ying’s heart and up to his throat, where Lan Zhan can press his thumb into the hollow and feel his pulse under the rest of his fingers. “Wei Ying is stubborn, every version of Wei Ying is stubborn.” Lan Zhan explains it simply, fondly, wanting nothing more than to lean in and kiss Wei Ying where he lay, but he holds himself back and glances around the room instead.

“If I can’t get him to come out, then we can’t get any answers out of him, Lan Zhan.” Lan Zhan feels Wei Ying’s fingers winding into his hair, and he doesn’t bother stopping himself from leaning into the touch, his eyes fluttering shut. “I know you let me look at the files, and I know what’s there, but we don’t know what he knows, and he sure wasn’t acting like a husband should.”

Wei Ying with a new project to work on is nothing like a dog with a bone. He’s more like a cat that’s spotted a bird just outside his window. Lan Zhan knows that he’ll spend hours upon hours stalking it, watching it with unwavering eyes while he chirps and chatters the whole time. Lan Zhan has seen it happen before, and he knows he’s going to see it happen again. 

Wei Ying’s thumb and index finger curl around the base of Lan Zhan’s neck, squeezing mildly while he thinks. Lan Zhan doesn’t want to think about the way it sends shivers down his back, nor does he want to think about the way the focused darkness of Wei Ying’s eyes would feel if they were to bear down on him.

“What about Hanguang-jun? Have you been able to make contact with him again?” Wei Ying asks and Lan Zhan shakes his head wordlessly. Just the other day they wasted almost an entire afternoon with Lan Zhan doggedly meditating and trying to connect with Hanguang-jun while Wei Ying sat across from him, his fingers twitching where they sat on his knees. 

Wei Ying groans again in frustration, and Lan Zhan feels himself shrink inwards, his eyes moving to focus on the bit of floor between them rather than lingering on Wei Ying’s face any longer. “I am sorry.” Lan Zhan mumbles and refuses to look when Wei Ying starts. The hand against his neck moves down to his back and Wei Ying calls his name quickly.

“I didn’t mean it that way, Lan Zhan, I know it’s not your fault.” Wei Ying sits up and takes Lan Zhan with him, his hands on Lan Zhan’s shoulders to keep him from sliding off and escaping. Lan Zhan still doesn’t meet Wei Ying’s eyes, even as he frowns and lifts his fingertips against his own lips. Lan Zhan does not bite his nails, but he is tempted to, just for the sake of buying himself time.

“I’m not…” Wei Ying starts and makes a kind of noise that, if things were different right now, Lan Zhan might even find cute, “I usually know what to do next, but if neither of them are cooperating, there’s nothing I can do about anything.” When Lan Zhan doesn’t reach for him, Wei Ying finally lets go of him, but they’re still sitting less than a breath apart from each other. Their knees are touching now, and that gives Lan Zhan the permission he needs to lean forward and press their foreheads together.

“I am stubborn. Wei Ying has said so many times,” Lan Zhan used to take offense to it, but truly, they were just as bad as each other, “so it is possible that Hanguang-jun is stubborn as well.” Distantly, Lan Zhan wonders if it could be considered unfilial to call his ancestor stubborn, even if a fragment of that ancestor exists within himself. 

For a moment, Wei Ying says nothing, nor does he touch Lan Zhan, but when that moment ends, Lan Zhan feels the warmth of Wei Ying’s breath ghosting against his lips as he laughs softly. Wei Ying’s arms wrap around his neck and Lan Zhan lets himself be pulled in, their lips just barely brushing before Wei Ying buries his face in his neck.

His Wei Ying is shameless. Lan Zhan knows this, but he’s reminded when Wei Ying breathes him in deeply, as if Lan Zhan is the only source of oxygen in the whole room. Lan Zhan’s hands connect with Wei Ying’s back and for the sake of being a brat, Lan Zhan sends a jolt of his spiritual energy through his skin. Wei Ying shivers and Lan Zhan bites him harder than he has reason to. 

The feeling of Wei Ying’s shirt between his teeth is nowhere near as satisfying as his skin would be, but Lan Zhan chooses to hold on, even as Wei Ying whines and tugs on his hair. It’s going to take more than that to shake him off and Lan Zhan is going to see to it that Wei Ying works for it. Already, Wei Ying’s hands are scrambling, trying to find the best place to get a grip on Lan Zhan and retake control, but Lan Zhan doesn’t allow it. He won’t. Not until he’s ready to give it back. 

Wei Ying’s mad scramble makes it easier for Lan Zhan to push him down and climb on top of him, his teeth finally wrenching free from Wei Ying’s shoulder. Without thinking, Lan Zhan grinds his hips down and feels Wei Ying freeze. His eyes are owlishly wide and that’s what makes Lan Zhan do it again, his hands wrapping tight around Wei Ying’s wrists and holding them above his head. 

“Lan Zhan…” Wei Ying’s voice is careful, delicate even, “don’t start something you aren’t gonna finish, okay?” He doesn’t try to fight Lan Zhan off, he doesn’t even try to roll the both of them over the way he usually would. It makes Lan Zhan raise his eyebrows where he kneels on top of him.

“Who says I cannot finish this?” Brattiness rises up again as Lan Zhan rolls his hips once more and watches the way Wei Ying bites his lower lip. It isn’t enough, Lan Zhan wants something more. He wants something he can hear. 

Without another moment’s hesitation or thought, Lan Zhan slips his hand between the two of them, palming Wei Ying through his jeans and earning himself a choked sort of noise for his efforts. It isn’t exactly what Lan Zhan was hoping for, but it’s more than he was getting earlier, and Wei Ying hasn’t asked him to stop yet. 

“I don’t have anything with me.” Wei Ying whines, throwing one arm over his eyes now that Lan Zhan isn’t holding onto it anymore. “It’s all in the bedroom. I wasn’t gonna do it so soon. I had plans, I really did Lan Zhan.” Wei Ying is babbling, but Lan Zhan lets him talk and watches his mouth move, watches his lips turn redder and redder every time Wei Ying bites them.

“Wei Ying will do nothing.” Lan Zhan answers simply. He can feel Wei Ying thickening under his hand, it makes it that much easier to curl his hand halfway around him. “He can keep his plans and anything else he has in mind. I will not need them.” Lan Zhan thought he could satisfy himself by touching Wei Ying through his clothes for a little while, but he sees now that he was wrong. He needs more. Wei Ying needs more. Lan Zhan will give it to him.

Letting go of Wei Ying’s other wrist, Lan Zhan frames his face with both hands briefly and gently, just so he can kiss Wei Ying as sweetly as he dares before he sets to work. Lan Zhan moves backwards over Wei Ying’s thighs until he can settle himself between them. Deft fingers make short work of Wei Ying’s button and zipper, but Lan Zhan still has to sacrifice one hand to push back on Wei Ying’s belly as he sits up to watch him. 

“Would Wei Ying believe me,” Lan Zhan holds Wei Ying’s gaze as he frees Wei Ying’s half hard cock from his jeans, letting it rest in his hand for just a moment before he leans forward and swirls his tongue over the tip of it, “if I told him how often I’ve thought of doing this?” Lan Zhan isn’t sure if he’s capable of putting those thoughts to words, but the threat of it makes Wei Ying’s lips part, his tongue between his teeth as Lan Zhan makes a show of pressing his tongue against the underside of Wei Ying’s cockhead and licking upwards, until he can tongue at his slit. 

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying’s cock jerks against Lan Zhan’s tongue as he cries out, his nails digging into the wooden floor beneath them. Between his own legs, Lan Zhan can feel a stirring, but he pays himself no mind as he takes Wei Ying into his mouth. He starts slowly, with only Wei Ying’s head pressing down against his tongue, but he still almost gags, saliva gathering and his throat muscles working.

Wei Ying is big. Lan Zhan knew he would be. He’d felt it often enough in all their tumbling around, both now and when they were younger, but having it in his mouth now is something different. Lan Zhan has to remind himself to breathe through his nose as he sinks down further on Wei Ying’s cock, his fingertips working over his balls. He does it just to tease, but the sounds Wei Ying makes from above make Lan Zhan moan around him as precome mixes with saliva and leaks out along the corners of Lan Zhan’s mouth. 

He takes Wei Ying until he’s buried halfway in Lan Zhan’s mouth, and then he pulls off, abandoning Wei Ying to the air of the room so he can drag his lips along the base of his cock before he licks at his balls. He’s got his hands on Wei Ying’s thighs, to keep him from closing them and just to hold onto him, to anchor himself as he closes his lips around one side of Wei Ying’s ballsack.

“Fuck,” Lan Zhan hears Wei Ying gasp above him just before he feels his fingers in his hair again, his grip tight enough to hurt in the best way possible. Lan Zhan moans and peels himself away from Wei Ying’s balls at once. He’d been too focused to notice the wax dripping of precome that’s beaded and trailed halfway down Wei Ying’s cock before, but Lan Zhan rectifies it now by dragging his tongue up the length of him.

Lan Zhan could take Wei Ying back into his mouth. He wants to, but he stops himself and crowds closer to Wei Ying instead, his hand holding Wei Ying by the base. “When Wei Ying fucks me,” Lan Zhan lets their lips brush together as he speaks, but he doesn’t allow Wei Ying to kiss him, not yet, “I want him to do it just like this. With nothing between us.” Rather than kissing Wei Ying himself, Lan Zhan lets himself drag his tongue over Wei Ying’s red, red bitten bottom lip.

He strokes Wei Ying hard and fast, twisting his wrist again and again, until Wei Ying’s eyes grow hazy as he bucks up into Lan Zhan’s hand. “I want to feel Wei Ying when he thrusts inside of me.” Wei Ying is getting close, Lan Zhan can feel it and he can see it, but it only serves to make him work harder, smearing his lips against Wei Ying’s jaw in a pathetic excuse for a kiss. “I want to feel the heat of it when Wei Ying spills his seed inside of me, I will not let him pull out.”

“Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying’s words go slurred as the tawdry, lewd sound of Lan Zhan’s hand sliding through precome fills the space between them. He was speaking filth. Shameless, unadulterated, undeniable filth while his own erection leaks against his thigh, ruining his pants, but Lan Zhan wants it. Every sordid thing that just left his mouth, Lan Zhan means to make Wei Ying promise it.

“I want Wei Ying to take me as if I were a virgin.”

Wei Ying comes with the kind of noise that makes Lan Zhan’s cock throb, his eyes squeezing shut and his hands scrabbling for purchase on Lan Zhan, his nails digging in hard. Wei Ying’s come spills over the aperture of Lan Zhan’s thumb and index finger and drips down his knuckles, but Lan Zhan doesn’t want to do a thing to stop it or to clean it off, not until Wei Ying is finished. 

But Lan Zhan is only a man, and he finds himself grinding against Wei Ying’s thigh where it lays between his legs. He should be ashamed of the way he humps Wei Ying’s leg, but the only thing Lan Zhan can think about is how badly he’s always wanted this. How he’s wanted the chance to clean Wei Ying’s come off of his hand with his own tongue since he began to understand what the feelings that had gathered underneath his skin meant.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan gasps, but without having to be told what to do, Wei Ying understands him completely. His hands, large and calloused and warm, grab onto Lan Zhan by his bottom as Wei Ying takes over setting the pace for him. It frees Lan Zhan to wrap his arms around Wei Ying’s shoulders and bury his face in the crook of his neck, it frees Lan Zhan to moan and cry out into Wei Ying’s skin as much as he wants until he comes harder than he ever thought possible. 

His whole body trembles brutally as Lan Zhan is rocked back and forth over Wei Ying’s thigh, his eyes blown wide and his teeth clenching around nothing. He could have bitten Wei Ying again, he would have been allowed, but Lan Zhan knows that he would’ve broken the skin. He knows that he would’ve drawn blood and that Wei Ying would’ve allowed it. He might’ve even enjoyed it, but Lan Zhan can’t spare another thought towards it as he feels the strings holding him up snap. The whole of his weight melts against Wei Ying’s body and Lan Zhan feels the both of them tilting backward, but Wei Ying lays the both of them down as gently as he can, his arms locking tight around Lan Zhan’s middle. 

Lan Zhan is still panting hard against Wei Ying’s throat as he tightens his arms around him. He can feel Wei Ying’s lips against his forehead, but Lan Zhan’s mind and tongue are both sluggish and heavy, never mind the rest of his body. 

“Lan Zhan? Are you still awake?” Wei Ying pants in his ear as he speaks and Lan Zhan does his best to lift his head just a little, just to show that he’s listening, “Lan Zhan, I didn’t know you had such a shameless side to you.” Wei Ying laughs as he says it, but he still nuzzles against Lan Zhan’s temple, coaxing a small, barely there smile out of Lan Zhan.

Lifting his arm to connect his hand to Wei Ying’s cheek is nearly an impossible act, but Lan Zhan manages it, his thumb stroking over the swell of it. “Is Wei Ying still frustrated?” Lan Zhan asks, his voice soft and quiet as Wei Ying begins to stroke his back. The simple up and down of it threatens to put Lan Zhan to sleep before he hears Wei Ying’s answer but he forces himself to stay awake, just for a moment longer.

“No.” Wei Ying answers simply as he presses another kiss against Lan Zhan’s forehead, and then another between his eyebrows, on the tip of his nose, on both of his cheeks until he’s left with nowhere else but Lan Zhan’s lips. “You were perfect, Lan Zhan.”

One should not be prideful, but that doesn’t stop the praise from settling deep inside of Lan Zhan, the smile on his face growing by yet another fraction before he hides it in the crook of Wei Ying’s neck.

Next time he would let Wei Ying have it his way.

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